The Blackmoon Stories: Quest for the Orchard
Breathing, heavy, hard breathing. Do you hear it? No? listen carefully. Shhh. don't even make a whisper. Just listen.
good..the danger is past now. Now we can relax good scouts.
What's that Freddy? Why are we in this grouped outing? well Freddy your parents need at least one night a week to
be out don't they?
Anyhow listen closely. Those things have to do with the orchard. what orchard? the one by the ghostly graveyard.
It was a dark cold night and I was just about to turn 17. Now I had heard about wilper pines and pedigree gold dust
near the graveyard and wanting something to do, I made my way to that area.
What I came across frightened me. There in a freshly dug grave layed a man. Dead of course.
I slipped down to search him for money and found a strange-watch-like gadget in his shirt pocket.
When I opened it up I idmeadiatly gave a cry and leaped out of the hole when the man stood up.
I turned and ran into the orchard.
There breathing heavily as I was, I came across a bear-like creature with razor sharp teeth, evil green-yellow eyes and
the stench phew it was like smelling a rotting corpse.
Now as they came closer and closer to me I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen. Do you want me to
tell you all that they did? well all right.
(those of you with squeamish stomachs please don't read any futher-ullery)
They ripped my hands off broke every finger, smashed every bone in those hands as the blood spurted from my arms
as if I was a water fountain. I twisted in agony when one of them chomped down on my privates. It wrenched it's teeth
upwards and there was my own liver as I lived staring at my face.....one of them ripped the skin off my left foot till
there was no skin left. One of them grabbed my skull in it's jaws and began squeezing squeezing squeezing.. The
pressure building, Building, BUILDING! and then. when I thought it could not get any worse. They then grabbed my
heart in their bloodsoaked claws and began playing with it. Well naturally my tantalizing agony of death was close at
hand I could feel the bone chilling grip of death on my shoulder. And then one of them leaped out of place and his
behind landed on my heart making a soft squishy sound under it. Then...darkness. Cold clammy darkness. Now how
did I survive?
Simple. They made me one of them.
Now I'm rather hungry. Do any of you scouts mind if I rip your chest open and feast on your small pitiful flesh and then
rub your heart into the dirt? Hmm?
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